In Berlin,
the beer-gardens won't let us 'in',
to play.
(I actually WOULDN'T like to!
Too loud and un-controlable.)

Our stratagy was to find patches,
of Beer-gardens,
and play in between them.
From 1 in the afternoon,
'til about 8 at night,..
it can be fun...

Saturday, we found eight beer-gardens
in a 1 kilometer area(!).
Connected by a thin wooded area!
It should have been called 'Eden'.

We set.
The Show sat.

Monika swets like a fish,
when dancing hard.
Her clothes, especially pants,...stick.
In the third Show,
as she was working her 'Dancing Silk Routine',
she reached low,..
and,
"Rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiippppppppppppppppppp!"

,..as loud as it was loooong!

Everyone was,...'aware'.

She's pretty quick with the tongue.
She stood up straight and said:
"Half of you are wondering, Did she just rip her pants?!?
The other half is wondering, Is she wearing underpants!?!
I'm not answering EITHER question!"

,..then she hopped off the back of the piano,
and left me(!),
holding the potato!

I'm a bit slow with words..
I could only say:
"That's the result of too many Hot Dogs."

At which,
a shoe came flying,..
in my direction,..
from behind the piano!

I responded:
"If she could only hear so well,
and respond so fast,
..when I ask her to get me a beer!"

It got a good laugh.

I played 'The Maple Leaf Rag',..
bowed and smiled and closed the Show.
Everybody 'paid their respects'
and headed off.